Monday, October 19, 2015

The
people who bring you today
would like to thank their sponsors
of yesterday whose bodies of dreams
are still warm though disintegrated
into stone on which the sun shines
at the center of the temple of each soul
where the people who bring you today
pause and dance around for a moment
as if about to faint or fall away
but then with calm confidence
the sun takes off its afternoon
folding and draping it over a chair
and crawls into bed with you
where afterwards supper is served
the usual morsels of light
by our old butler night

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

A herd of rainbows
rained across my brain
I rose still stranded
in an ornate dream
and woke to find
the world had been remanded
to something called the real
who ruled as a distant monarch
no one would obey
though soon they say
she's coming for a visit
maybe staying for the fall
to linger above the rivers
and practice her siren's call